Powder RangersWhen ski junkie (and writer-photographer) Steve Casimiro gets dangerously desperate for a fix, he bolts to British Columbia's Powder Triangle. Consider these outtakes an Adventure public service for those with a well-cultivated, unquenchable craving for world-class skiing.

A trip to British Columbia's Powder Trianglea narrow mountainous wedge in the southeastern corner of the Canadian provinceusually guarantees powder at least four times as high as an elephant's eye. In an average winter great Gulf of Alaska storms pile on enough snow to make the Powder Triangle behave much like its Bermudan counterpartswallowing skiers in drifts like the storied section of the North Atlantic gobbles up ships and planes. At least that is what writer and photographer Steve Casimiro hoped when he made the trip last year.

"The snow was miserable," Casimiro says, the disappointment still fresh. "I couldn't tell you whether it was a week or two weeks, but by B.C. standards it had been an eternity since they had had new snow."

The good news for Casimiro and his crew of powder houndscomprised of U.S. Ski Team racer Wendy Fisher, and her husband and former racer Woody Lindenmeyrwas that what is considered a dearth of powder in Canada's snowbelt would be celebrated as a bountiful winter's worth in many better known ski destinations.

"It's a testament to the depth and breadth of the skiing in this part of British Columbia that you can find good snow even when there isn't a lot of fresh snow," Casimiro says.